[ different world, same vergil. his curiosity cannot be sated once it activates, like a goddamn sponge pulling in everything it can, even though he full well knows there are probably some things he'd rather not think about right now. He doesn't know what the triggers for his memories are and how he can stumble over them, after all.

But he wants to know anyhow. Maybe it's because of his current-self's fascination with weapons that makes him stick to this topic in particular. While most of his stock are boring things like books or classical paintkings or statues that are acclaimed works of art--his most interesting belongings are all weaponry.

Hearing that demons can become a sort of enchanted weapon that has the essence of a demon as their core is
... fascinating. Even moreso is the fact that his brother can just.
Summon a blade to his side, like that. Vergil's eyes are a bit wide as he
....takes that in, but. Fortunately, the appearance of the twisted, demonic blade that looked partially organic hasn't activated any old memories to be worried about. yet. So far.

(some things are just buried down so deep, he hasn't been able to find them yet. probably a good thing for them both that any memories or dreams that included three eyes and a voice pitched from hell haven't seeped into Vergil's psyche yet.) ]

I'll purchase them the next time I am out, then. We can find some space to practice with them where we aren't a danger of breaking anything in my building, as well.

[ maybe some.... park, or abandoned road. he doesn't know about nox's fight club warehouse yet. ]

....

And you were crying.
You were whining particularly loudly in worry that if I did not fix our practice blades that I'd stop playing with you altogether.